Her Bloody Knight

Lory Takarada's eyes popped open from his deep sleep and his hand shot to the pen and notebook that lay on the bedside table. He quickly jotted all that had been revealed to him in his dream. "This is going to be perfect for those two." He giggled excitedly. This state of his awakening went on for several nights.

Her tiny form held command over the tall imposing figure clad in plate mail with the colors of her house billowing down his back in the form of a cape. As she smiled, she exposed her true nature to him. Her caressing eyes sent a bolt of shivering lightning through his soul. The tiny blonde woman's gaze held him firm, he couldn't have moved even if he wanted to. She could read his soul, his every thought and desire. She raised her hand to his face and he leaned into her touch like a cat being stroked.

"Do you know what you ask of me?" Her voice as soft and flowing as the black and red silk that adorned her petite body.

"I do my Queen. I wish to remain by your side as your knight." His voice thick with desire. "I pledge my heart, life and soul to you. To do with as you see fit." He whispered.

Her cold molten silver eyes gazed into his steely grey as she pulled him to her, gently caressing his neck with her small thumb. Her cold lips fell upon his warm. Her kiss as sweet as fresh honey. Her lips traced to his neck and began gently sucking and leaving a tiny bruise as her mark. She pulled away momentarily before baring he long delicate fangs, then violently sank them into his flesh, sending a shock of intense pleasure shooting through his entire being. He fell to his knees and melted into her arms as his world became hazy and his blood filled her.

He moaned in distress when she pulled away. "Take this from me." She offered her slit wrist and he hungrily accepted. His eyes narrowed with the pleasure of their intimacy. Her body hummed with the excitement of a mate that truly desired her and not her position or, station in life.

For 24 hours the screams of his pain caused by the transformation plagued the tapestry lined stone walls of her castle as she cradled him in her arms to ease his distress.

He stilled, "It's over my Knight." She lifted his head to gaze into his eyes. "Open your eyes and look at me."

"Yes my Queen." He answered hoarsely and with complete trust he slowly opened his steely grey eyes and peered into her icy blue. A myriad of indescribable rich colors appeared before him, many of which he had never witnessed. He could see, hear, smell and feel the life around them. Where once he had seen only the cold, starkness of the castle around them, now he could see and feel the life pulsating within the walls. He felt as a blind man that had suddenly been granted the gift of sight by a benevolent goddess. "Thank you my Queen." He sighed then fell into a deep peaceful sleep as she stroked his tousled dark mane.

"Only for you my Knight." She sighed then pressed her icy lips to the deathly cold skin of his forehead, then drifted off with his head in her lap.

For many generations, they nestled safely in the solitude of their castle deep in the mountains and for many generations only a small fraction of devout servants and villagers would know of their existence. Criminals would be brought forth for judgment and innocents would be spared. This arrangement would be imperative for their survival. The Queen and her Knight would emerge from the castle to occasionally alleviate the boredom and protect the village from harm and the village would protect them from outsiders and keep them well informed about the world that continued on around them, Queen Dahlia and Sir Ivan, her Knight and lover.

"Royal Highness, My Lord... There is an army just at our border. It is being led by a prince that demands an audience with you." The young man announced in a worried tone.

"Ivan, my love, greet and escort this human to our humble home. He may only bring 12 men." She smirked as she caressed his cheek.

"As you wish my Queen." He turned and left with the young man to greet their new guests.

"Millicent! Rudolph!" She called to her head servants to instruct them.

"Yes, Highness." The both bowed.

"Arrange for the appropriate entertainment. Prepare a feast for our guests and prepare 13 rooms so they may rest comfortably." The cogs in her mind were turning. This will be entertaining. She smiled mysteriously.

"Yes, Highness." Millicent and Rudolph left to complete their assigned tasks.

"Lily." She motioned for her lady in waiting.

"Yes, Milady." Lily bowed gracefully before her.

"Prepare my bath and clothing. I would like for you to lay out the blue dress with silver thread embroidery." She commanded.

"Yes, Milady." Lily left for the Royal chamber to do her bidding. The dress was Ivan's favorite for her. Tonight he would sit beside her as her King. She sat in deep thought as she stroked the large black cat that sat next to her throne. Tonight will be interesting. She had not had any true excitement for a very long time. Perhaps Ivan will enjoy himself. She smiled again sending shivers down the backs of the guards that stood near the entrance of the room.

Prince Nodin sat arrogantly atop his white horse as the large knight and his men approached on their unnaturally large black steeds clad in leather and armor. Sir Ivan dismounted.

"My Lord, I will deliver the message." The young soldier volunteered for Ivan's safety.

Ivan shook his head in disagreement. "No young one. This is my duty." He informed his as he removed his helmet to reveal his long black, silken locks and steel blue eyes that graced his young face and started towards the haughty blond male.

"The Queen offers you and 12 of the men of your choice, her hospitality. The rest of your men may make camp at the bottom of the mountain." Ivan announced with a booming voice that shook the soul of the young prince.

An insolent smirk crossed Nodin's lips. "If the old hag wishes to see me, then I guess I will oblige."

Ivan and his men laughed heartily at the whelp's comment. "We shall see."

Ivan returned to his mount and escorted the confused prince and his men to the castle. Well, he's up for a rude awakening when he sees my Dahlia.

Nodin seethed with envy as he watched Sir Ivan escort the elegant young, beautiful, goddess-like queen to her throne and take his place next to her.

"Her Royal Highness Queen Dahlia and His Lord Sir Ivan The Merciless." The room fell silent.

She waved her hand. "Enjoy." Music started playing, food was brought out and entertainment was introduced to the young, speechless prince and his 12 men.

Half way through the dinner and entertainment, Dahlia had endured long enough. "What brings you to my lands?" Her melodic voice caressed his ears.

Nodin's gaze shot to her. He then felt compelled to truthfully answer her to his own shock. "I've come to take these lands as my own."

Dahlia and Ivan laughed. "Well then, I do hope you enjoy yourself while trying boy." Her eyes grew dark and sinister.

Ivan took her hand and whispered to her. "Later my Queen. We still have an army to deal with at the base of the mountain."

She sighed. "Yes.. my Knight. I will give you the pleasure of dealing with them."

In the inky blackness of the night the 500 men of the small army, that Prince Nodin had been assigned, met with their bloody demise swiftly. In the morning the Prince and his 12 men would return to the encampment to find eviscerations, beheadings, impalements and dismemberments, but no survivors.

Nodin stormed into the throne room with his twelve men livid and flustered. "I demand to know who murdered all 500 of my men!"

Queen Dahlia smiled heavenly at him. "Why my dear Prince. I do apologize. I sent my dear Ivan out to play last night." Her eyes narrowed and her smile became feral. "I really should have instructed him to include you in the fun. He does so lose himself when he's alone."

"He...He did that himself? Preposterous! There is no way one man could do that alone!" He screamed at her as his men cowered before her without his notice.

She shook her head. "Dear child..." He froze as he witnessed her baring her teeth. "Have you not properly studied your history?"

"You can't be. You would have to be 200 years old." He whispered.

"The one and only..." She moved to him with cat like grace.

"Queen Dahlia The Immortal and her Bloody Knight Ivan The Merciless." Were the words that escaped his lips as the world turned black around him and his cold corpse hit the floor.

"So...What do you think?" His eyes were brimming with excitement.

"Pretty good. I think we can work with it if we can find the right script writer. It will need some polishing and maybe a couple of fillers, but I can definitely do something with this." Konoe answered. "Who will be the producer?"

Lory's face split wide with a canary eating grin. "Why me of course."

Konoe laughed. "Of course."

Cast List for Her Bloody Knight:

Director: Konoe

Queen Dahlia: Kyouko

Lord Ivan: Ren Tsuruga

Prince Nodin: Sho Fuwa

Lily: Kanae Kotonami

Millicent: Chiorin Amamiya

Rudolph: Hidehito Kijima